Maybe all those hippies were right with the whole free love thing... Let your love loose, let it fly, let is soar! Send it up to space in a rocket and watch it break the atmosphere. Climb a mountain, swim the seas, do whatever you goddamn please. Take me up, take me down, I've been all around. Found my way to that one but when all is said and done..... Well, I guess that means there isn't anything left to say!

ha.

But really, follow the link up top, stare into oblivion, wander through all of space and time, then come back and tell me a tale.

There are crumbs on my bed, time to let the pillow hit my head. I snooze, maybe I lose, but what did I choose?

Anyone else remember when I used to end every journal entry with "Same Heather time, same Heather channel"? I doubt it.